What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Nanaka Furukawa was a little confused.

Kujo Ditaro nodded, the corners of his mouth gradually rising.

"Don't worry, it won't be the watermelon that gets smashed."

"It's not watermelon? What is it?"

There was no need for Kujo Ditaro to answer, as Nanaka Furukawa saw the next scene very clearly.

The melon smasher ignored everyone's warnings and went straight towards the black-haired man.

Kitahara Iori's heart trembled, and he rolled and crawled to hide behind the others.

Although he was wearing a blindfold, Kujo Ditaro seemed to have the ability to see through things and slowly walked around the crowd.

Kitahara Iori was in disbelief and kept changing his shields.

Unfortunately, if you stand by the river too often, you will get your feet wet.

Imamura Kohei's handsome face was ferocious, and he swept his legs with a move, knocking the black-haired man over.

Before Kitahara Iori could exhale the fragrance, he felt his vision go dark and his brain was shaking.

“Don’t…ah!”

Kitahara Iori rolled his eyes.

The reason for this is that a few centimeters between his legs, there is a thick, black... wooden stick.

Even the slightest mistake will lead to a huge loss.

Chapter 336: Watching the Olympics is just for fun, you still have to learn to play volleyball like Pab!

"Tsk...are you okay? I thought it was a watermelon."

Kujo Ditaro took off his blindfold and looked at the frightened black-haired man with an apologetic smile.

After a long pause, Kitahara Iori stood up with a smile.

"It's okay. It's just smashing watermelons. A little error is normal."

"I think you can understand. After all, you made a mistake just now."

"Hahaha, there are no petty people in Pab, Di Taro, of course I can understand you, you are definitely not that petty person."

"As expected of you, my dear friend, you understand very well."

The two of them were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very happy.

Witnessing this scene, Shui Shumao was quite moved.

"What a precious friendship."

"Rather than calling it a beautiful friendship..." Chisa Furukawa hesitated to speak.

Hamaoka Azusa's lips curled up slightly: "It's more like they're trying to coerce each other, using words to force the other party to not do it again."

Imamura Kohei knelt on one knee and added, "Master Mao, they are all scum. Please open your eyes."

Shui Shumao waved his hands repeatedly, "You scumbag, you're exaggerating. And you get up first..."

"I took the watermelon to cool it down."

As the watermelon was taken away by Nanaka Furukawa, the interactive game of smashing the watermelon was forced to end.

Everyone did not spoil the fun and started playing beach volleyball.

As we all know, volleyball is a sport that is beneficial to both body and mind.

The part of the body that can be best exercised is the human face.

The reason why it is the face is because...

"It's time to go."

Kitahara Iori held the volleyball in her hand, and her expression suddenly became ferocious.

At the same time, the faces of both his teammates and the two enemies gradually fell.

boom!

Kitahara Iori jumped up and hit the ball hard.

Although Kujo Ditaro was injured, moderate exercise did not affect him.

Tokita Shinji clasped his hands together and lifted the volleyball.

"Di Taro, catch it!"

Kujo Ditaro didn't respond, but just smashed the ball hard.

Of course, beach volleyball is not a boxing tournament, so he can't take it seriously.

Kitahara Iori tilted his head slightly, and the volleyball brushed past him, bringing up a gust of wind.

boom!

Shou Longjiro held up the volleyball and shouted, "Iori, why are you daydreaming? Catch the ball!"

The senior was able to catch it?

Kitahara Iori turned around in surprise, was stunned for less than half a second, and the corners of his mouth rose strangely.

Without hesitation, he jumped up and smashed the ball.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Whether a volleyball game is exciting or not depends on whether the expressions of the players on both sides are appropriate.

Just imagine, throughout the entire game, the players looked almost calm. Doesn’t it lack the excitement?

On the contrary, a violent player with a ferocious face can make the audience excited even if he doesn’t play well in the game!

At this moment, the people watching from the sidelines were somewhat amazed.

"Every move is truly fatal. I hate it to the core."

"If we keep fighting like this, someone will die sooner or later... No, they'll get hurt, right?"

"Master Mao, they are all experienced people. It is impossible for them to get hurt."

"Kohei, I would be happier if you could approach me more naturally."

Imamura Kohei, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up with difficulty.

Shui Shumao nodded in satisfaction, but the next second, her expression froze.

I saw Kohei Imamura pinching his chin, hiding aside with his well-defined face, wondering what he was thinking about.

Mizushu Mao's face was covered with sweat. "He...his expression is so conflicted."

Hamaoka Azusa waved her hand. "It's okay. Compared to Kohei, aren't the expressions of the four people in front of me more dramatic?"

"I'm speechless." Shui Shumao shrugged and suddenly exclaimed, "Blood! There's blood oozing out of Kujo-kun's chest!"

"Ok?"

The spectators were stunned and looked at Kujo Ditaro's chest one after another.

Sure enough, the originally white bandage gradually turned red.

Kujo Ditaro seemed to sense something, looked down, and immediately stopped the game.

Everyone was very concerned about Kujo Toitaro's injury and even suggested canceling the picnic on the uninhabited island.

To this, Kujo Ditaro refused.

After he applied medicine in the tent, the bleeding wound stopped bleeding.

But the trouble is that bandaging the chest cannot be done by one person.

Kujo Ditaro asked Azusa Hamaoka for help, but was rejected.

"Bandaging is a technical job. If it's not done properly, it will make you feel very uncomfortable."

"It's okay, just wrap it up, there's no need to be so particular."

Even though Kujo Toitaro acted indifferent, Hamaoka Azusa still refused and found Nanaka Furutegawa.

Nanaka Furutegawa is a careful and dexterous person. Even though she has not learned much about bandaging, she can still do it.

It’s true that what Hamaoka Azusa said is correct.

After Nanaka Furukawa finished wrapping them, Ditaro Kujo felt uncomfortable all over and had difficulty breathing.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, that's enough, Nanaka-san."

Kujo Ditaro did not let Nanaka Furutegawa's kindness go to waste and nodded naturally.

Nanaka Furutegawa breathed a sigh of relief and then packed up the medical supplies.

After learning that Kujo Ditaro was not seriously injured, everyone returned to normal.

Play when you should play, lie down when you should lie down, time passes quickly.

The nights on the island are relatively cold.

There was a bonfire outside the tent.

The warm firelight dispelled the chill in the air.

Everyone sat in a circle, chatting casually.

"Time flies so fast, summer vacation is almost half over."

"Yeah, in half a year we'll be seniors."

"Fortunately, we've recruited quite a few new students this year, which is cause for celebration."

"In that case, I have to take this opportunity to give the newcomers some advice."

Tokita Shinji put his hands on his knees and looked serious for once.

Looking at Pab's freshman, there was hope in his eyes.

"You are the hope of the diving club, but us juniors will have to retire after this year."

"Retire? Isn't there still a senior year?"

"Fourth-year students have to prepare their graduation papers and find jobs and internships. They're incredibly busy, so after junior year, we all have to retire. Originally, the club was going to be run by sophomores, but as you know, we don't have any sophomores, so the club has to be handed over to you freshmen."

The serious atmosphere did not last long.

Tokita Shinji grinned, and his face began to become ferocious.

"Younger generations, at the beginning of next spring, no matter what method you use, you must recruit more new students."

"I always feel that there is a fundamental problem in our recruitment."

"Don't worry about the details. Anyway, as long as you're a member, I've never seen anyone quit midway. If no one quits, it means we're heading in the right direction. Do you understand what I mean?"

Without any warning, Shui Shumao felt a chill.

She turned her head inadvertently and looked at the smiles of the people around her, and her heart tightened.

Hey! Just because no one raises a problem doesn't mean there isn't one! Aren't you trying to coerce those who raise it into solving the problem at its root?

Chapter 337: Nayuta is not only a veteran driver, but also a talented writer?

The trip to the uninhabited island came to an end in the afternoon of the second day.

Everyone took the speedboat they came in and returned to the bustling blue town.

For the next period of time, Kujo Ditaro's life became regular.

Instead of going to the company to do business, he discussed the progress of the "JOJO" animation with the publishing house.

I don't know if the publishing house had a change of heart or wanted to make a big splash, but they allocated a considerable amount of funds on top of Kujo Ditaro's own expenses.